The demur to her decision making decided it
The loose grasp of time allowed it slip away
And thus it was not choice but lack of
Which in the end amounts to the same
Is it fate intentionally left in charge
By the blanket belief that nothing is one’s own
Here there lies no control or free will
It is all written before it begins
And she mere puppet in the play that is life
I cannot believe it so, but rather a cop-out
From choosing, from driving, from it all
Debbie Gravett © 2023.01.31
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